Double tetractys: Syllable count- 1,2,3,4,10,10,4,3,2,1)
Myth:
I am
A dark space
Called black dwarf as
My gases ran out, left with no light – Squashed
Inside, packed tight, gravity sucked, Hawking
Cried black hole – Ship
Sailed back to
A bright
Star!
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Nice read about black hole. Liked it for its style!
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